Disclaimer: I own neither Ranma ½ nor Harry Potter.
Author's Notes: My Slayers cosmology needs to be accurate???? Think Think shrug If you say so but I always thought they were pretty vague with the fire and water dragon stuff. Maybe that's just me. Oh well………… I can't exactly change it otherwise I need to completely rethink my story.
Sorry, Ron's not the fire dragon because the fire dragon has to be a little bit older than Harry. I believe the age I gave was 15? It may be a while before I come up with a character for it. In any case, don't count on Hermione being the Earth dragon either. I haven't decided who I'm going to pair with Harry. It will be either her or Ginny.
I no longer have access to a Harry Potter Book until I reach book 5 so you'll have to bear with me if I skip some important parts in the story.
"/Japanese/"
Magical Destiny
Chapter 8
Halloween was closing in, with good reason to celebrate as Ranma had reached his goal. He was moving onto second year studies early. Hermione had congratulated him while Ron still thought he was nuts. Harry gave him a grin and then quietly asked if he was getting more sleep. Ranma looked better but that often didn't mean anything.
Ranma himself was surprised that he could now see the nightmares for what they were, memories. They were memories of the dragon's past life. They had turned from the horror of the Chaos Dragon's final battle with the dark lords, and moved to pleasant times before then. Ranma found himself remembering things that should have been eternal, and yet were destroyed.
Harry had very few dreams, and concentrated on the quidditch practice with Oliver Wood, his team captain. Ranma walked out onto the field where they were practicing for the first match in a few weeks and watched. He grinned as Harry scowled at the old school broom he was on. In his hands was a package that Hedwig had delivered straight to him.
Flagging the team down, Ranma handed Harry his gift and looked around. Harry paused a moment, watching his brother. Ranma then looked down at him and smiled, "Professor McGonagall says not to open it with other students around but I believe you can open it here."
Harry's eyes lit up and the team watched with baited breath. As soon as all the paper was torn off, there in front of them lay a Nimbus 2000. Harry grinned, "Alright!"
"Well, now you're properly equipped to play quidditch," Fred said. George pretended to think a bit before adding his bit, "You don't really want that do you? I'll trade you mine for it!"
The team laughed as Harry stood, tightly clutching the broom in his hand, and shook his head. Practice continued, with a bit more enthusiasm then before.
Ranma sighed as he watched the last of his family enjoying himself and headed inside. He paused to glare at Draco, who was trying to convince Professor Flitwick that Harry was doing something wrong.
Professor Flitwick chuckled, "Harry has a few special conditions that allows him that. You don't need to worry about it Mr. Malfoy."
Draco caught sight of Ranma and scowled back, and Ranma gave him a look that said, 'Just try it, I can whip your butt any time, physically or magically.' Draco turned his nose up in the air and walked away as Professor Flitwick also caught sight of Ranma.
"Ahh! Ranma my boy, how good to see you. I have a question for you about the last lesson I gave," he got in before Ranma half tuned him out with a smile.
'Draco's an idiot. Hopefully he won't stick his nose too far in else Harry and I have to dig him out of the hole he's digging himself.'
"Ranma!" was the stern call from behind. Ranma cringed, and groaned, not wanting to face the wrath of the Nurse in training.
Kasumi stormed up to him as elegantly as possible. Ranma wondered at that, trying to figure out how she looked so placid even when she was angry. This was only the third time he had seen her so angry. The first and second times were when Akane actually poisoned him and not seemed to care about him, only the fact he was 'insulting' her inedible poison.
The nurse witch in training stopped in front of him, giving a soft glare as she stood straight, matching his height. "/Harry-kun says you aren't eating or sleeping well./"
Ranma snorted, "/Harry-kun talks too much. I'm off to find a quiet place right now./"
Kasumi sniffed indignantly and handed him something. "/You're moving to fast. Move any faster and it'll all spill out before it solidifies in your memory./"
Ranma looked at the small vial of potion in his hand and smiled at Kasumi's retreating figure. "Domo Arigatou, Kasumi-chan," he called after her, before changing course to head to his dorm. After entering, he headed up to his room, and downed the potion.
Soon he was fast asleep, dreaming of nothing, and getting the rest he needed.
Ranma watched as Harry did a few calming breaths at breakfast, getting ready for his first quidditch match. He grinned as Fred and George started filling the younger boy's plate. Harry looked at all the food, and then at Fred and George. "I'm not sure I can eat all this."
Ranma grinned as he walked over and looked at the food on his younger brother's plate. "You know, I don't think he has enough," he said, piling a bit more on.
The twins grinned and laughed as Harry gave Ranma a rather put out look. Ranma chuckled, "You always eat. What'sa matter little bro?"
Harry shifted uncomfortably, looking at the food in front of him. "You sure I won't mess this up?"
"With an attitude like that you will," Ranma snorted, "Have you forgotten everything you've been taught?"
"This isn't martial arts Ranma," Harry growled.
"The basics all start with calm and concentration," Ranma said as he walked off, "You're still too strung up to bother."
Harry growled, and started to eat, determined to prove his brother wrong. Fred groaned and George grinned, holding out his hand. Fred quickly gave his brother five bronze knuts, paying off the bet they had made. Harry gave them a dirty look as he finished wolfing down the breakfast and left the hall to go stretch.
Ranma smiled at his girlfriend as he sat down next to her, and she gave him a small nod, concentrating on the work in front of her. He let off a small dejected sigh and started to eat his own breakfast. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, wondering exactly what it was she was studying. Eventually he peeked over her shoulder and his eyebrow twitched slightly. The script was in Egyptian, and there was no translation off to the side of the old book.
Kim giggled, "Not something you're used to seeing huh? This is where my interests lay, researching old methods of magic. I figured it would be useful for what lay ahead."
Ranma sighed and sat back in his chair, wondering if he should teach her about what Lina had taught him. 'I've got to start practicing what Lina taught me as well,' he thought as he finished off his own breakfast and stood to get ready for Harry's first Quidditch match.
Kim stood as well, latching onto his arm as she kept her eyes on the book in her hands.
Ranma got into the Gryffindor section of the bleachers, pulling Kim up beside him. He then lifted the book out of her hands, grinning slightly at her surprised look. She gave him a look and started pouting, "I wasn't finished with that."
Ranma kissed her on the cheek, "What about the memories?"
Kim looked around real quick to see if anyone was listening, and then looked back up at Ranma, "That's a different kind of magic. I understand the dragon magic from a dragon's perspective, but I do not understand is the old human magic which we can still somewhat use, or the ways it has changed as the world kept changing to what it is today. That's what I'm researching."
Ranma sighed and put the book in his pocket, and she frowned at him. Ranma grinned, "You aren't here to research, are you? It's Harry's first game."
Kim blinked, and then looked down at the quidditch field where they were getting ready to start and blushed. "Oops!"
Ranma frowned, seeing Harry's broom start to jerk around. "Oh no," Kim muttered narrowing her eyes and then searching the crowds.
"What's wrong?" Ranma asked watching as his brother started going higher and higher as the broom tried to buck him off.
"Someone's cursing the broom. The only way to stop it is to find out who's creating it and stopping them," Kim said as she got out of her seat and started to the stairwell. Ranma pulled her back into her seat and pointed up in response to her glare. Harry's broom was plummeting fast, Harry in full control of it. Kim looked over to where smoke rose from the teacher's stands and frowned, before returning her gaze to Harry who looked like he was convulsing on the ground.
This time Ranma frowned and stood up. His eyes then widened and he began to laugh as Harry stood proudly and held up the golden snitch for all to see. The Gryffindor section began to cheer loudly as Harry was hoisted onto his team mates' shoulders and carried off to the locker room. Gryffindor had won the game.
Harry grinned, enjoying every moment of the party. He was kind of put out that Ranma couldn't come in and attend but it didn't seem to matter at that moment. He knew Ranma would celebrate with him later. Right now, all that mattered were his team mates and friends in the Gryffindor Tower.
Ranma sighed and relaxed in an easy chair in the common room. He was not studying tonight, just having a good time with his girlfriend, who was curled up in his lap. Nabiki sat across the room, reading a book Ranma hadn't seen before. He shrugged, he really wasn't interested in what she was reading anyways. He looked down at his girlfriend who also seemed to have her nose buried in a book, all the while making herself as comfortable as a cat in his lap.
Ranma grinned and began to tickle her, smirking as she started to squirm in annoyance. She glared at him and he grinned down at her, "Do you have to read while in my lap?"
She turned her nose up at him, "Yup."
Nabiki chuckled from where she was watching out of the corner of her eye. Ranma winked at her and turned his attention back to Kim. "Well you're going to have to stop or I'm headed to my room."
Kim pouted cutely at him, putting her book down. "Well if I can't read, what did you have in mind?"
Ranma paused, he hadn't really thought of that, and Kim giggled. "Well then," she said, picking up her book again.
Ranma groaned and stood, cradling her in his arms. He then placed her back on the chair he was sitting on and headed up the stairs to his side of the small dorm. Kim put her book down and watched him go, wondering what he was going to do.
"I think you just forced him into studying again," Nabiki said.
Kim stuck her tongue out at the older girl before returning her gaze to the staircase Ranma had gone up.
Ranma looked around the room and shook his head. He then started to move furniture around, and wondered what to do with the beds before he decided to stack them. After a few moments physical labor he judged he had enough room to start doing a few katas. He slowly sank into the state of meditation that only the ones he created personally could bring. As he performed the exercise he sank far into the depths of his mind, looking for a particular set of knowledge he knew to be there.
The kata came to a finish and Ranma came out of his trance like state with a frown. He then turned, startled, as he heard a moan from the vicinity of his bed. He fought to hide a grin as he saw Kim there, book still in hand, fast asleep on the only bed he hadn't stacked, his bed.
He shook his head and pulled the book from her lax grip. "I was beginning to wonder if this thing was glued to your hand," he muttered as he gently picked her up and moved her over a bit. He wondered a moment if he should take a bath before climbing in the bed, and then shrugged. It wouldn't kill them.
Moments later they were both sound asleep, ignorant of the rest of the world around them.
Ranma awoke the next morning to the feeling of something missing. He sleepily opened his eyes to find his arms empty of the girl he was sure he fell asleep next to the night before. He sat up, looking around, frowning. He then shrugged and got out of the bed, figuring he would see her down at the mess hall later. His eyes widened as the scenery changed, and he found himself staring out over a great valley.
'Not again,' he thought to himself, groaning.
He looked up to see a pitch black dragon with color ripping chaotically through its hide flying overhead. "What's going on?" he shouted.
The dragon flew on and soon the scenery changed again. He stood overlooking a large field, two great beasts facing off the chaos dragon and the holy dragon. 'The final battle,' Ranma thought to himself as he impassively watched, 'So this is what happened.'
'Indeed,' said the voice of the dragon from within his head, 'We fought to the death here, my mate and I.'
Ranma looked behind him to see the dragon he would become lying there, watching the memory as well.
"Well?"
The dragon looked at him and shook his head. "You are getting an education, learning to use human magic. That will aid you for only awhile. You will be unprepared when the dragon magic takes control."
Ranma looked at the dragon sharply, "So why did you not tell me to go home when we first spoke if all this learning is to be useless?"
The dragon cocked his head, "You would stand out, now that they know you have magic."
Ranma groaned, "What about Lina's spells?"
"Those are different," the dragon said, "They originate more from your nature, our nature. You will still be able to use them. Only specially trained humans will be able to use them as well."
"You still want me to learn this stuff then?" Ranma asked, put out.
The dragon nodded, and Ranma found himself in darkness. Light then began to peak under his eyelids and the scent of blood met his nose.
Ranma's eyes shot wide open as he faced the corpse of Kimberly, cut to pieces, blood splattered over the wall in a chaotically beautiful pattern. It colored areas where stone had been ripped from its foundation in the wall, creating a picture of the dragons and the beasts fighting, and dying.
Ranma began to choke, eyes watering.
'This is what will happen if you do not contain your human power until I officially merge with you. And yet you must control the chaos that broods within, or something worse will happen.'
Ranma awoke with a start, chest heaving as he lay on his bed. The space beside him was occupied by a smaller body with blonde hair. The body next to him rolled over to look at him, book in her hand. "Ranma? Are you alright?"
Ranma stared at Kim a few moments before reaching a shaky hand over to her face, and running his fingers through her hair. As he dropped his fingers to her cheek she reached up and stopped his hand with her own, giving him a worried look. A moment later he seemed to relax a bit and then took both arms and pulled her close to him.
Kim snuck her arms around his waist and buried his face into his chest. "It's ok, Ranma. I'm here, and I always will be."
Ranma buried his head into her hair, whispering, "I can protect you from anything but myself. Why can't I protect you from me?"
He could feel her smile as she answered, "I have my own defenses Ranma, particularly against chaos's power."
Ranma pulled away a bit, "How-?"
Kim looked up at him, "It took me awhile to figure out what you were worried about. I'm glad that I finally did. When chaos and order mix, there are three options; Life is born, one force wins over the other and death reigns, or they cancel each other out."
Ranma nodded and sat up, turning so he was on the edge of the bed, his back to Kim. Movement of the mattress under him told him that she had also sat up and was moving towards him.
She continued when she was sitting next to him, "I have to admit it was interesting at first, matching your power fluxuations and canceling them. I wasn't always successful either. Of course only mild things happened, like Nerima coming to England, or those other few confrontations. It has helped my power to grow though."
"Does it bother you?" Ranma asked.
Kim gave him a curious look, "What?"
"Does it bother you that everything you learn about the more human half of your magic will be void when the dragon merges with you?"
Kim cocked her head thoughtfully, "Not particularly. It helps prepare the body I think."
"But we won't be human anymore," Ranma whispered.
Kim hesitated a moment, really thinking about it. "No, we won't. I'll miss it."
She then stared at the wall, putting her hand over Ranma's. The remained silent for a bit before Kim spoke again, "I wonder if I'll have to lay eggs or if I can give birth in human form."
Ranma laughed. He couldn't help it. "That was off the wall," he said grinning at her.
Kim gave him a pointed look, "We can still live like humans. We'll just be a little different, like we always were."
Ranma grinned and pushed her down on the bed with a single motion, crawling on top of her so she couldn't get up.
Her eyes widened as he leaned down and put his mouth next to her ear. "You want to experiment with your question?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
Kim felt her body temperature rising, and her voice caught in her throat. Ranma moved in for a kiss and stopped as they both heard voices on the stairwell.
"I think we should let him out nee-chan, he's probably hungry," said Nabiki's voice.
"That's why I brought the tray," Kasumi said, voice serene.
"So that's why I couldn't get out earlier. I can't believe they even thought to seal the windows in the private bathroom," Kim muttered.
Ranma chuckled and his stomach growled at him, making Kim giggle. He groaned and got off her, eyeing her appreciatively as the movement caused certain areas to bounce.
Kim stuck her tongue out at him and sat up, eyes moving toward the door as the spell was taken off. Kasumi walked in first, eyes widening as she saw Kim in there next to Ranma.
"……" she said as Nabiki walked in behind her and sniffed the air.
Nabiki gave them a disappointed look, "I set it up all nice so you could get some alone time and you don't do anything?"
Kasumi turned red and turned toward Nabiki with a huff, "You didn't tell me she was in her as well! I never should have agreed to this!"
Nabiki gave her sister a pouty look, "It was for his good, just like I said."
Kasumi opened her mouth to say something else but was cut off when Ranma took the tray from her hands and sat down on the bed with it between him and his girlfriend.
Nabiki shrugged, walking out of the room and leaving the two alone as Kasumi stood a bit stunned. She then left the room as well, leaving the two to their meal.
Harry frowned as he looked across the dining area to see only Nabiki and Kasumi there. He pouted a bit, not having seen his brother all day. He glanced up as Nabiki walked towards his table, wondering if she would be telling him what was going on. Ron made room for Nabiki between him and Harry, guessing that the older girl wanted to talk to Harry. Nabiki flashed him a smile, making him blush slightly.
"/Bet you're wondering where Ranma and Kim are,/" she said with a grin.
Harry nodded, green eyes fixed on Nabiki's brown ones. Nabiki winked at him, "/I managed to get some alone time for them. They're locked in his room, again./"
Harry raised an eyebrow and Nabiki continued, "/We locked them in this morning, and brought food up around noon. We're bringing food up again later, much later./"
Harry opened his mouth to ask Nabiki if he could come but she shook her head as if she already knew the question, "Don't worry Harry you'll see them tomorrow."
Harry nodded and Nabiki got up. "Harry what was that about?" Hermione asked.
Harry shrugged, and took a bite of the food he was eating. "She was telling me what happened to Ranma and Kim."
"And?" Ron asked.
"Nothin," Harry said, busying himself once again with eating.
The two gave up after that and finished their own meals. The three then headed out towards the library, hoping to find out more about the person Hagrid mentioned after the game.
To say Nabiki was surprised to see Kim and Ranma sitting in the main room playing cards was an understatement.
"Your shields need work," Kim said, drawing a card from the deck lying in front of her. She grinned and laid down the Queen, King, and Ace of hearts, discarding a low card in her hand.
Ranma grimaced, and looked at the stack lying in front of him before looking at his hand again. He then grinned and picked up almost the entire discard pile, using all of them. Kim's eyes widened as he looked down at his variety of points and then at hers. He then shrugged and discarded the card. Kim groaned and looked down at her hand.
As she tallied up the points, she gave Ranma an annoyed glare, "I thought you said you weren't good at card games."
He grinned, "Guess I found one I liked."
Nabiki grinned, "Are you betting on this?"
They both shook their heads and Nabiki groaned, "That's no fun."
Kim giggled, "We were originally going to bet but it seemed kinda dumb to do so after a few rounds. Sides, we couldn't really think of anything to bet."
"So she says," Nabiki muttered, looking over to Ranma, who was agreeing with his girlfriend.
Nabiki sighed, and sat down to watch the two. Ranma winked at Nabiki and returned his eyes to the game in front of him. Nabiki blushed slightly and decided it wasn't worth prying into.
Ranma watched the falling snow, only half way paying attention to the lesson Professor Binns was giving. The professor didn't really seem to care that Ranma wasn't really paying attention. 'One day until break,' he thought, 'Reesa said she was coming to visit us here instead of us coming home to see her. I wonder why.'
Ranma then shrugged and started taking notes again. A few moments later he was free of the boring class and started on his way towards the library, where Ron, Hermione, and Harry had been spending their free time lately. Harry had tried a few times to discuss things with Ranma, but something had always come up, or someone, and they had to put it off for awhile. He sighed, and continued down the hallway, nimbly dodging Hagrid as he carried a large box of ornaments towards the great hall.
"How's it shaping up Hagrid?" Ranma asked as he passed the giant of a man.
Hagrid grinned at Harry, "Good as can be. Yeh should see it!"
"I will in a bit," Ranma said, "Have you seen Harry?"
Hagrid nodded and sighed, "He an' Ron an' Hermione are all in the library, looking up Nicolas Flamel."
Ranma raised an eyebrow, "Why look up such an old wizard?"
Hagrid turned red, "I did it again, I said too much."
Ranma chuckled, "I won't ask anymore then. Besides, I just covered Flamel in history."
Hagrid blinked, "Well don bother Harry with the details. He's got too much free time on his hands if he's still worrying about Fluffy and what Fluffy's guardin."
Hagrid froze again, "I said too much again."
Ranma sighed, "Maybe its better not to tell you secrets then. I've got to find Harry."
Hagrid just nodded glumly, only smiling when Ranma wished him a Merry Christmas.
Ranma found them in the library, pouring over books about recent wizards and he grinned. "Ya'll trying to get extra credit in a course?"
Harry shook his head, flipping through his book. "We're looking up someone Hagrid mentioned, and he's not in any of these books."
"Nicolas Flamel?" Ranma asked, grin on his face.
All three looked up at him, eyes wide. "You know," Hermione whispered, "Will you tell us?"
"I know you won't find him in any books about recent magic," Ranma said, "And he was into alchemy, as was Professor Dumbledore. That about covers it."
The three exchanged a look. "What do you mean he won't be found in any recent books of magic?" Hermione asked.
Ranma shrugged, "He was born 665 years ago."
"That creates more questions than it answers," Harry said sourly.
Ranma chuckled, "Maybe you should give up then."
Harry shook his head, "I'm sure Snape's after it though!"
Ranma raised an eyebrow, "This what you wanted to talk about then?"
Harry nodded, and Ranma sat down and Harry told him what he knew, in Japanese in case Snape was around. At the end of it, Ranma began to chuckle.
Harry scowled at his brother. "What?"
"/Harry, there are probably more enchantments on it than just a three headed dog, and I doubt Snape will be stealing whatever it's guarding. Have a little faith and don't worry so much./"
With that Ranma got up and left the table, leaving Harry to fume at his brother.
He propped his head up on his hands, frowning, "He doesn't understand."
Ron shrugged, "I didn't expect him to believe us. Why did you?"
Harry scowled at Ron, and Hermione cast a worried look between the two. "Come on Harry," she said, "Ranma's probably worried about you getting in over your head. You are his only family. I think he knows more than what he gave and he isn't letting us know the rest on purpose."
Ron gave her a look, "You mean he's hoping we'll be satisfied with the tidbit of information we did get?"
Hermione nodded, "By giving us more questions to answer-"
"He's hoping we'll give up," Harry finished, "I don't intend to. Whatever's down there, I want to know what it is that he wants so badly."
Hermione and Ron nodded, agreeing with Harry.
Ranma whistled a cheery tune Christmas morning, holding his girlfriend close to his side. They met Harry and the Weasleys at the breakfast table, along with Reesa and the two Tendos. Harry was wearing an emerald green sweater similar to what the four Weasleys were wearing and was having a grand time. "I'm so glad we didn't get one," Kim whispered as she watched the Weasleys.
Ranma chuckled, and started to eat, not letting any of the wonderfully cooked food go to waste.
Reesa walked in a few moments later, surprising most at the table, with the exceptions of Ranma, Harry, Kim, and Dumbledore.
Harry noticed Snape quickly checking his hair before standing to greet her and tried hard not to gag. "Now that's an interesting development," Ron whispered, "Think she'll stick around long enough to keep him off our backs?"
Kim snuck up behind them, "Not likely, she won't be here long."
Harry and Ron groaned as Kim walked back over to her seat. Later they spent the day holding a snow ball fight, Ranma, Kim, Reesa and Harry against the four Weasleys. They walked into the castle for dinner soaking wet, and were shooed to their houses to change before returning to the Great Hall.
Harry grinned as they snapped another wizard cracker between them. A wizard chess set fell out and Ron grinned, "Well there you go Harry. We can break them in later."
Harry nodded and Ron held another wizard cracker out. Harry grinned and they pulled, watching as several white mice popped out with an admiral's hat, which Fred promptly placed on his head.
Everyone was having a grand time, even Snape sounded and looked less menacing than before. Harry privately wondered if Reesa had anything to do with that but quickly shoved the thoughts out of his mind. It was just a little too horrid to think about Aunt Reesa dating Snape.
As they finished up with their meal, Dumbledore beckoned Ranma, saying he wished to talk with him alone.
Ranma nodded and Harry watched them leave, wondering what they were going to talk about.
Outside, Ranma leaned against the wall trying hard not to laugh at the sight of Dumbledore being a bit serious with a bonnet on his head.
"Is something wrong headmaster?" he asked, getting control of himself.
Dumbledore smiled, eyes twinkling, "Not in the least. I was curious as to how you were progressing in your studies."
Ranma shrugged, "I'm getting it all. I seem to have surprised many with my learning curve."
Dumbledore nodded, "Your learning curve is something unheard of in people today. I myself find it fascinating. I could not have learned a year and a half's worth of stuff in so short a time."
Ranma gave him a sheepish look, "I've never been as stupid as people believe me to be. Circumstances just allowed me a great learning curve."
Dumbledore gave him a puzzled look, and then shrugged, "So you've told Harry about Nicolas."
Ranma nodded, "Was he not supposed to know?"
Dumbledore gave him a mysterious wink, "You've taught him well in the physical arts. Allow us to teach him in the magical ones."
Ranma cocked his head, puzzled, as Dumbledore left. He then noticed something lying on the ground that had not been there before and picked it up. It was a small note, a map really, with the words Don't get caught written underneath it. Ranma sighed and pocketed it. He then headed to his dorm, knowing he was meant to go to that room later that night.
Later that night he was in the room, sourly watching a full length mirror with words written in Latin around the frame. Moments later, Dumbledore came in, leaving the door slightly ajar, listening out for people, Ranma assumed.
Ranma gave Dumbledore a curious look and Dumbledore smiled. "I need you to protect this till the day after tomorrow. Then I will be moving it and the mirror to a safer place."
Ranma took the grubby package and then looked at Dumbledore, "So the dog was just for show the first half of the semester."
Dumbledore chuckled and went invisible once more. Ranma enveloped himself in his father's forbidden technique and was surprised when Dumbledore stopped him from leaving.
A few moments later, Harry's head appeared before what Ranma had thought was just a mirror a moment before. Ranma was surprised when Harry whirled around, looking around wildly, before turning to stare at the mirror. He then reached out behind him, as if trying to feel someone behind him.
"Mom, Dad?" Harry whispered, and Ranma's eyes widened. Dumbledore tugged him towards the door and they left. Ranma returned to his room and hid the package, realizing the task he was asked to perform.
Ranma sighed, putting Harry's want to see his parents at the back of his mind and determining the best place to hide the stone until Dumbledore relieved him of it. 'Ah well,' Ranma thought as he went to bed, 'There's always tomorrow.'
OMAKE
The kata came to a finish and Ranma came out of his trance like state with a frown. He then turned, startled, as he heard a moan from the vicinity of his bed. He fought to hide a grin as he saw Kim there, book still in hand, fast asleep on the only bed he hadn't stacked, his bed.
He shook his head and attempted to pull the book from her lax grip. He groaned and then his eyes widened, "This book really is glued to your hand!"
